[Chorus:]
Hard to follow my dreams workin' this 9 to 5
People keep tellin' me my check is on the way
So sun up to sundown I'm grindin', tryin' to make it by
Prayin' for my ship to come and take away the pain.
That day is finally here
That day is finally here
That day is finally here
New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain
New wrist, knew that, knew this.
Finally here
That day is finally here
That day is finally here
New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain
New wrist, knew that, knew this.
[Ver1:]
No, no I won't settle for nothing less than the air that I breathe
I know it's a struggle but who the hell gon' do it for me
Who the hell gon' do it free, if I don't get up and bust my ass
That's my motto, I can't put my faith in the lotto
Luck don't stay nowhere near where I go.
Unless you ride that muthafucka
And you be lucky enough to get away in the grave
What can I do, what can I say, I tried to get paid
But I got grazed, the bullet went through but I ain't get paid
Now what do I appreciate?
My J O B, hey boss, I'm comin' in late.
[Ver2:]
Lil' cousin got it right? and bike without no frame
Ride the same rides without no brain?
Life ain't life, without no shame, if I make it out the hood
Damn right I'm gon' change my cell phone number.
But the area code still gon be 305 though
My friends who was my friends just like my kin
Walked 'em in my door, but please wipe your feet on the rug
You can keep your shoes on, it's all love.
Boy let me stop, I'm dreamin' too much, now who the hell
Won't give the model a million bucks?
Nobody but God, right now I could use me one of them black cards
I'm scarred, I fell apart, I came here with stars, it's hard huh?
[Ver3:]
Findin' me, that day I been tryin' to reach
That pay I been dyin' to see, boy them folk wouldn't lie to me
I thought money ain't grow on trees
Depends on the roots, how you plant that seed
They quit, you can't see no leaves.
Hold up, I need my Versace's
Grace covers of magazines, my mother she proud of me
Myself, I, the one who the haters thought wasn't gon' be shit
Big yachts, every day I get seasick, I was broke, the prefix
My book say "Why y'all gave that nigga some cash?"
I wrote a song about it, wanna hear it? Here it goes.
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